for Major L Jackson & Theodore Harris chest cars and snake eyes.

for Major L Jackson & Theodore Harris

chest cars and snake eyes, the Boston, full-house, five-book no-trump uptown, six-book hearts-trump downtown. The kitty's sated -

"Sapphire! Where's my wallet? Where's my claim to acclaim?"

Four cards, common to draw, one short of the flush. Amos in the cab, couple hours on his meter - "Hey G" grinning to

"I don't turn about like that, 'G.'" Calhoun says,

"The price of the ticket is the eradication of obfuscation of damnation and petrification of sublimation in the nation." Man, make revolve the damn dice . . Black/

Jack

Twenty forward the table. I don't want no hit. presently as I'm able, I'm going for the split. Hit Me!

"Sapphire. O Sapphire, my Jubilee."

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